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Nine Inch Nails - The Collector

I pick things up, I am a collector

And things, well things, they tend to accumulate

I have this net, it drags behind me

It picks up feelings for me to feed upon



There are times, plenty of times

I wish I could let it go

But it′s time to breed

And it′s got to grow inside me



There are times, plenty of times

I wish I could let it go

But it′s time to make me think things

I don′t wanna know



I′m trying to fit it all inside

I′m trying to open my mouth wide

I′m trying not to choke

And swallow it all

Swallow it all

Swallow it all

Swallow it all



I am the plague

I am the swarm

All your heart sticks on me

And I keep it warm



It′ll make me stay

It won′t let me leave

There are so goddamn many of them

It gets hard to breathe



I′m trying to fit it all inside

I′m trying to open my mouth wide

I′m trying not to choke inside

I am a good boy, and I will

Swallow it all

Swallow it all

Swallow it all

Swallow it all



Every last one [20x]

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